Career or Cuddles?

“A career is wonderful, but you can’t curl up with it on a cold night.”

Marilyn Monroe

The sunlight was fading.

She loved this hour.

Not quite day and not quite night.

When the world seemed to quieten to settle.

This was her hour with her passion.

She’d nurture each moment.

Correct what needed to be corrected.

Cherish each statement.

Be swept up and pulled into this addictive trance.

Her heart beating wildly as everything seemed to fall into place just right…

“Love, dinner’s ready.” A voice called from downstairs.

“Okay, I’ll just finish this sentence”, she called back.

After a few quick clicks of the keyboard, she stepped away from the pc. The twinkling light tempting her.

“We’ll conquer that next chapter tomorrow”.


“A career is wonderful, but you can’t curl up with it on a cold night.” - Marilyn Monroe
“A career is wonderful, but you can’t curl up with it on a cold night.” – Marilyn Monroe

I love this quote but I think in this day and age it’s possible to have both. When I first started my current job over ten years ago, I truly loved it. I was never interviewed, instead I met one of the managers for an informal chat and walk around the workshop and office. I was offered a job the next day. I was so impressed by him. He was so passionate about his job and what he wanted to achieve for the business, it exuded from him and it was so difficult not to get swept up by that. He became not only my manager but a firm friend and I am so grateful for that. He taught me so much but primarily how to love your job.

He moved onto another business around two years after I started and whilst I have worked with some truly fantastic people since he will always have a special place in my heart.

Not a career (yet) but ultimately writing is my passion. Like many, finding dedicated time to do it is difficult and I have to squeeze the odd hour in here or there but still, I love it. I have a very understanding OH who lets me witter away about whatever chapter, character or blog post I’m working on. When we go on days out and I stop suddenly to take a photo, he knows that it’s likely for a #writephoto post. I may seem an ingrate when I am distracted by whatever writing activity is consuming me at the time but I truly adore that he inspires and encourages me and my writing. For that, I am forever grateful to him.

Originally written in response to

Take Care.

KL

#Maydays Prompt – Let’s hear it for the girls

“I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man.”
― John Steinbeck

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For today’s #maydays prompt its time for a bit of girl power! Make the female featured in your post strong. Maybe it’s someone you know or idolise if so time to tell them! Let’s hear it for the girls…

Remember you can write a memory, short flash fiction, poetry or whatever may take your fancy and pingback here so that I can pop by and visit you. Don’t forget to TAG your prompt #maydays too.

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Big thank you to yesterday’s #Maydayers who took a flight, a fall or a leap:

Fly Away – ladyleemanila

#Maydays Prompt – Flying without Wings | Morpethroad

Fall Down Seven Times Stand Up Eight – New2Writing

When life gives you an unexpected lesson…

So, earlier this year I made the crazy decision to try to be a better version of myself – see post. Now, I’m not a small framed girl and ladies in my family are all very generous in the bust department so running does not come particularly naturally to me. Let’s just say I like the idea of it more than the actual doing… However I am nothing if not stubborn and perseverance kept bringing me back to this, it seemed the perfect work-out I could even listen to an audio-book while I go, right, what can be bad about that?

Arriving home from a stressful day, I decided I could squeeze in a quick jog before my husband arrived home. It was cutting it fine but I could do it. However rummaging around in the room I couldn’t find my usual jogging bottoms that double as dog walking gear so settled on leggings (it’s what other girls wear right). Rummaging further I remembered that the workout shirt I used to wear had decided to part way with any normal colour and I had thrown it out. No problem, I still had that lycra top from the yoga class I took all those years ago – a little tight now and a bit too slinky but it would do the job. Bouncing down the stairs in my new attire I raided the coat stand and finding nothing suitable settled on a short sleeve hoody that again is usually relegated to dog walking on the sunny-but-not-quite-summer days. And I was off…Marylin Monroe - Quote.

Running a reasonable pace (I thought) and all in good time. The top began to get on my nerves, slinking up all the time. Not a massive problem on its own but the leggings also decided they wanted to start slipping down. Fed up with the continual battle I grabbed hold of the waistband and hoicked with all my power and heard a ripping sound. Now although impressed at my strength, it was at this point that I realised that leggings weren’t supposed to make that sound and that on further inspection I was actually wearing black footless tights. To make matters worse my underwear was not black – disaster! The top I was wearing refused to co-operate and cover my bottom and I couldn’t even cover myself with my hoodie as it was one of those silly ones with short sleeves.

The good news is I have never run home so fast in all my life and my heart probably got the best work out it has ever had.

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